as loser cuddled you, he could be seen to be shaking from the sound of the thunder. Loser always hated thunder... it scared him.Loser whined, holding onto cake tight

"Make the- make the noise stop..."

Loser said, still shaking.Loser was now clinging onto you, still very anxious from the sound of thunder. He pressed up against you, as if trying to hide from the noise itself